The world, my love, is full of
wild souls trapped in boxes.
The world, my love, is full of
sad sighs and lonely nights.
Of fake smiles hiding unfulfilled dreams.
Of broken families pretending to be whole.
Of loves that fade and scars that don't.
Of vagabonds stuck in concrete.
Of bleeding hearts and broken promises.
Of eyes that dare not dream.
The world, my love, is full of
minds looking for Neverland.
And I just know where it might be.
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Window pain
PoetryThis book is but a humble attempt at encapsulating life and all its flavours. It is an ode to the sad days and melancholy nights. For grief that stays alive even after years have passed. Musings of longings and dreams of escape. And a protest agai...
